"hey grandma, is there actually a word for the n word?" "i don't know sweetie" "grandpa said there is. he said that it stands for nigga" "you'll have to ask him" "that's right, youngster. it does. many, many years ago - back when people still had pinkie toes and thumbs, it was a word they called each other." "yeah, right" "no, it was. they would say 'hey, nigga' ...'how are you doing today, nigga?' - things like that." "bobby told me it was a bad word" "well, it was. you couldn't say it to a dark person." "dark person?" "well, before everyone was one pleasant beige color, people used to be different colors. some were darker than others." "grandma, is grandpa lying?" "you know how he can be, sweetie." "no ...now damnit ...no. i'm not lying. look into my lenses. i am telling you the truth. there were black people and yellow people and red people and brown people and white people..." "wow! that sounds fun!" "no. no, it wasn't. they slaughtered each other regularly because of it." "and called each other nigga?" "now, if you said that back then, and i were dark - i'd get very angry." "what if i said 'i love you, nigga'?" "uhhh" "can i call you nigga, grandpa?" "...well ...i guess" "i love you, nigga" "i love you too, sweetheart."